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Last night I heard a cricket singing somewhere in the house--I thought it was by the fireplace, which was good--the Chinese think a cricket on the hearth brings good luck. But when I opened the pantry door in the kitchen, it hopped out, startling me, before it retreated back into the pantry. As long as the door to the pantry was open, it wouldn't sing, so I closed the door leaving it slightly ajar. Soon it started singing again.
I like hearing crickets sing. Now if any other insect had made itself at home, say a centipede or ants, they would have been stomped and smushed and sprayed with RAID. I went to sleep in the quiet house listening to its low drone, a comforting sound.
I'm beginning to feel like Mother Nature, actually. I've let my yard go unmowed because I was waiting for the wildflowers to stop blooming. It looks like a meadow. Now a wave of long stemmed plants with blue flowers are blooming next to the stump in the yard. Among their willowy stems, two petunias are blooming, and the last of the white iris. It's a beautiful combination, completely provided by nature, I had no hand in it.
Yesterday when I drove up on the carport, a brown bunny was munching on tender grasses a few feet away. It kept an eye on me, but didn't move until I closed the car door. I saw a turtle last week munching on those same plants. Maybe because I have no cats or dogs to bother them, creatures feel safe on my property, and they innately know I would never harm them and they are welcome here, all of them, from the birds who sleep at night under the eaves by the fireplace to the others who may only stop to visit.
Susil
